𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈'𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌 • 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐌𝐈𝐍

03

— CHAPTER THREE  

"Pssst... psssst!"  

Jimin's eyelashes slowly fluttered as he heard someone's whispers behind the dark. He sat up and opened his eyes from his sleep, as his eyes tried to adjust with the minimum source of light. He hissed lowly when he felt a sting behind his back. He touched the back skull of his head and saw small trace of blood on his finger.

"Psssst! Hey..." The man called. His voice was a pitch higher as well as raspier than Jimin's own. Jimin turned his attention from his hand toward the man from across his place.

The smaller boy crawled in front of the cell, his trembling hand clutched on the rusty steel bar.

"W-who's there?" Jimin asked weakly, his voice had became hoarse as he hasn't drink any water ever since he got kidnapped. It was just a few hours ago but it felt like days for him.

"'M-my name is H-Hoseok! Jung Hoseok!" The man whisper yelled. Jimin squinted his eyes to see better on the man who kneeled inside another cell across of his.

His body was thin, his cheeks were hollowing. Jimin couldn't see well but he caught a glance of his bruised face as well as his body. Jimin could already see that man had been stuck here  for a quite long time.

"Y-you must be his new toy. I-I'm going to die next then." He coughed a few times. "Finally." He sighed.

"Why are you saying that?" Jimin wondered, why the man seemed relieved when he's about to die.

"I even already lost count how many days I've stuck here. I'd rather die than to be tortured like this any longer." He croaked.

There was only a small window inside every cell, that too small that only fit human's eyes too peek. As the night still fall, nothing could be seen from the outside.

Hoseok kneeled in front of his cell, this perhaps was his seventh day stuck in the middle of nowhere. He had tried to keep the track by counting how many times the sun has set based on each time the lights had gone from the small hole imprinted on his walls. But did it even mattered?

"He always brought something new before he threw the old one. Maybe it's finally my time." Hoseok said. Jimin just listened to him, attentively.

Agust has this habit, he would always bring a new victim then killed his old one. Hoseok came right before the latest victim Jimin had witnessed— who used to sleep at Jimin's cell as well.

They stuck together for six days and he bid a good bye to Hoseok just this morning. He shut his eyes tight as he heard the terrified scream from his six days of friend. Tears slipped from his eyes but there was nothing Hoseok could do.

The door suddenly slammed open, surprising the two prisoner. They could already recognize him by his shadow. With two bowl of water, he stepped down.

"Well, well, looks like someone is trying to make a new friend. Aren't you suppose to mourn for your old friend, Hoseok? You forgot about him faster than I thought." Agust clicked his tongue as he walked toward the two cell.

Hoseok's eyes widened and quickly crawled deeper into his prison, trying to find the dark where he could hid himself from the devil. Agust chuckled and pushed the bowl inside his cell before walking toward Jimin's who didn't even move an inch and still holding onto the railing.

If Agust was smiling wickedly when he looked at Hoseok, his smile flattered  into a frown as he faced the youngest of them all. His new victim. Still fresh and untouched, maybe a little bit blood behind his back since he first hit him with hammer, but other than that his skin still flawless.

Something about Jimin's eyes who was staring up deeply at him, causing an uneasy feeling toward Agust. It bothered him so much that his blood now boiling. Agust slammed his hand harshly on the rail making the younger flinched and blinked his eyes.

He crouched down to meet his eye level, "It's lucky for Hoseok then." He gritted his teeth. "Maybe I should give a small welcome party for our newest family member here." He smirked as his cold hand reached behind the bar, holding Jimin under his chin.

Jimin shuddered when the man rough hand touched his skin although he still didn't avert his gaze and keep fixing his eyes on two orbs hidden underneath the killer's messy black locks. He didn't understand himself why he was like that. Maybe because he kinda look familiar? But Jimin couldn't recall where and when he saw him before.

Agust pulled his hand away and stood up. He walked out of the cell with no more words and a sound of clicked lock made Hoseok let out his breath he had been holding.

"Jimin!" He crawled back to the front.

"Are you crazy?!" He asked, but the smaller just tilted his head to the side. "Why are you staring at him like that?! Thank goodness he didn't poke your eyes out of its socket." He gasped in disbelieve. Hoseok didn't even dare to look into his cold pierce, how brave of him, Hoseok thought. Each time he accidentally met his eyes, Agust would always punch his face, it was lucky for Jimin he didn't even scratch his face yet.

"If he killed you first, what am I going to do?" Jimin frowned.

"Hoseok... why are you so desperate to die?" He innocently asked.

Hoseok let out a small chuckle. "I have stuck in here for days, holding his torture, how could I stay sane? Just wait Jimin, you will get through the same thing as I am." He dryly laughed.

"And you might understand why it's better to die..."

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